A/N: Hello there people who read this fic. Apparently my line breaks haven't been working, so I might have to fix that in the future. I have also learned that I might want to put 'A/N:' in front of these semi-rambles, lest everything becomes confusing as hell. Anyway, let get back to it, shall we?

The plan they had come up with had been simple. Step 1: Confirm the location of the enemy base and infiltrate it. Step 2: Plant the bombs. ('No way I'm cleaning this up! How could I have known moonstones could be made instable by breaking them!') Step 3: Distract the enemy until the bombs detonate. Step 4: Run for your dear life while everything is being blown to kingdom come. Step 5: Fire lasers at those who managed to escape and laugh like a manic while doing so.

The Moonrunner had landed just outside town so Geor could exit the airship safely. The rest of the crew was standing in the doorway to see him off.

"Stick to the plan!" Shouted Maximillian as Geor went into stealth.

Funny thing about plans is that they hardly ever work out as planned.

Step 1 of the plan was far too easy. The town was still asleep and some idiot grunts were just standing around next to the entrance staring at each other, talking about gathering for whiskey and cigars tonight. Even an ogre could've snuck in undetected. Step 2 explained why step one had been so easy. The base was littered with alarms. Geor discovered them because he set off practically all of them off. This made it tricky to plant the stones unseen, because the whole place was suddenly swarming with grunts, but on the bright side, it did make step 3 a helluva lot easier.

As Geor placed the final moonstone he, unfortunately, was discovered by 2 grunts. Yet strangely they just stood. Mortified at first, but then they started laughing evilly.

"What?!" Geor asked, slightly annoyed by their response.

"Do you think he knows what room he's in?" One of the grunts asked. "Don't think so." The other grunt replied.

"Well stranger, allow me to tell you where you are. You're in the generator room. You know what powers the generators? Elektrodes!"

Only now did Geor see the big inverted pokéballs discharging electricity.

"And we all know what they are famous for. Eelaktrode! Use Explosion!"

"Ah crap." Geor managed to mutter before getting blow out of the room and through 3 walls into the morning.

"So they like explosions huh." Geor said while wiping some blood out off the corner of his mouth. "I'll give them explosions."

Geor hit the button on his detonator and was met with great results. That being a massive fireball, flying debris and grunts running for their dear life while burning.

Step 4 completed.

Geor meanwhile had managed to get up again and was bandaging himself when he heard the Moonrunner arriving. He waved up to them and gave to signal to begin firing the lasers. Which they did. Excessively.

Geor began running through the chaos, hacking up grunts as he sprinted by. He was looking for someone. 3 someones to be exact. The 2 asshole grunts that had given him about 7 internal bleedings and their leader Giovanni.
Geor spotted the 2 grunts who were still in surprisingly good shape. They spotted him too and sent out an Arbok and a Weezing to take him out. Geor jumped the Arbok's bite and rolled under the Weezing's sludge bomb. He then Jumped on the Weezing and began stabbing him.
Big mistake. As he tore the Weezing apart Geor not only received a big blast of noxious gas to the face, but the Weezing, close to death, used a final attack to at least take his assailant with him: Explosion.
Geor was once again sent flying, but the Arbok caught him in mid-air and proceeded to strangle him with a wrap. (Not the food.) But Geor wasn't one to die easily. He used a shadowstep-assasinate combo to rid himself of the Arbok. Then he threw 2 knives at the grunts who were hit in the nether region.
"That's for blowing me up… TWICE!" Geor shouted at them as he staggered back to the Moonrunner to get himself some medical attention.

Once back on the Moonrunner he immediate administered some antidote because he was starting to feel rather woozy. Maximillian and Geddra ran up to him and helped him to the medbay.

"And?" Maximillian asked. "Did you get him?"

"No. Sorry. I was forced to return before I could find him. Did you get him? Because I'm starting to really hate these Rockets."

"No, we didn't." Geddra replied. "Maybe he wasn't even here. But it's okay. We got plenty of them."

They then left to go check on Eric and whether or not he had crashed them into something yet.

Geor was chugging down a potion he had pulled from one of his bags when Tobias stopped by.

"Hey, Geor. Could I talk to you for minute?"

"Sure, go ahead." Geor replied while taking his armour off to inspect his external wounds.

"I meant to tell before you left, but I didn't know how the others would respond." He said while looking around nervously. "I'm a Worgen."

"HA! Called it!" Geor exclaimed happily.

Tobias freaked out at this reaction. "SHHH! Please be quiet. I really don't want the others to find out."

"Why?" Geor asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Well, back on Azeroth Worgen were already kind of excepted. Here they are still viewed as voracious monsters."

"But TB, you are a voracious monster."

"No, I'm not! I can control my urges." Tobias said with a some traces of a feral snarl in his voice.

"Fine, whatever. Have it your way. But how did you even end up here?" Geor asked.

"Well, turns out Cho'gall really didn't like fire. He somehow banished me to this world."

"Hmm… What are you? Fire Mage?"

"Destruction Warlock. The others think that I use the weapon array to rain fiery hell upon our foes." Tobias said with an evil chuckle. "If I may ask, who are your two companions? You never mentioned their names."

"One of them is Jeod Highbranch."

"Oh, dear Lord not that guy… Tobias sighed at the prospect of having to meet Jeod again. "Him and Maximillian would be exceptionally insufferable. Who's the other? Can't be much worse than Jeod 'obnoxious as hell' Highbranch."

"The other is Takoe Stormhorn."

Tobias went pale. "What! He's here! That was about the only good part of being stuck here is that I wouldn't have to face that storm of death again! How did you ever manage to befriend him."

"Just because he's on top of almost every most wanted list in Azeroth doesn't mean he evil. He's kind of a nice guy. I met him about 5000 years ago."

"Wait, what. I know you elves used to be immortal, but Tauren sure as hell weren't.

"Yeah rub it in will ya." Geor muttered while grinding his teeth. "Anyway I never really got the specifics of that out of him either. I wonder how he's doing."

A/N: World of Pokécraft! Now with more explosions than a Micheal Bay movie.